Showing posts with label lesson learned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lesson learned. Show all posts
Why is it Always the Douche Bags with their Mouths Open?
I had a class this week in which one of the students made sure to point out to the rest of us that he is "here on scholarship."
Here's the thing: Shut the hell up!
Our law school is one in which perhaps 4 out of 5 students have received at least some sort of modest-to-high-end scholarship to attend. And, knowing the student who pointed out his scholarship, Im willing to bet 4 out of 5 recipients get more than this guy.
There are two responses to the "I'm on scholarship" line that we sometimes here:
1) Fuck you. I'm paying through the fucking ass to sit here, and the last thing I want to hear is about how you aren't.
2) Mines bigger than yours. In my extensive time in higher ed, I've learned that scholarships are like penis size: the more someone is bragging about it, the smaller it probably is. It is infuriating to hear someone brag immodestly (thats in contrast to "bragging modestly") about something that you know they probably shouldn't be bragging about. But the rest of us are just too sage/wise/tactful to smack down the braggart by informing the individual that, "really you're not that special."
And for those of you who think we've been dissing on 2Ls disproportionately lately (shut up in class already!), this was a 3L who hadn't yet learned his lesson.
Here's the thing: Shut the hell up!
Our law school is one in which perhaps 4 out of 5 students have received at least some sort of modest-to-high-end scholarship to attend. And, knowing the student who pointed out his scholarship, Im willing to bet 4 out of 5 recipients get more than this guy.
There are two responses to the "I'm on scholarship" line that we sometimes here:
1) Fuck you. I'm paying through the fucking ass to sit here, and the last thing I want to hear is about how you aren't.
2) Mines bigger than yours. In my extensive time in higher ed, I've learned that scholarships are like penis size: the more someone is bragging about it, the smaller it probably is. It is infuriating to hear someone brag immodestly (thats in contrast to "bragging modestly") about something that you know they probably shouldn't be bragging about. But the rest of us are just too sage/wise/tactful to smack down the braggart by informing the individual that, "really you're not that special."
And for those of you who think we've been dissing on 2Ls disproportionately lately (shut up in class already!), this was a 3L who hadn't yet learned his lesson.
St. Valentine's Day Massacre
So something happened yesterday that I'm still a bit too bitter to blog in detail about. Let's just suffice it to say that, with pretty much everything in life, I play by the rules and basically do what is expected of me. (Which is probably why it is often my alter persona who is doing the blogging.)
Here is the tail end of the conversation that I had with Lance about my Valentine's Day:
Here is the tail end of the conversation that I had with Lance about my Valentine's Day:
Calculating: The more I think about, the more I feel like perhaps I was just a pawn in a chess game.
Lance: So, now [by not following everyone's expectations] you basically flipped over the chess game, pieces everywhere, and gave everyone the finger.
So I'm learning. A little piece of advice: playing life by the rules all the time sucks, and sometimes you need to flip the board over and start over again. Or knock all the Lincoln logs down and start re-building the cabin. Or blow up a building... No, really, I'm not that bitter.
Lance: So, now [by not following everyone's expectations] you basically flipped over the chess game, pieces everywhere, and gave everyone the finger.
So I'm learning. A little piece of advice: playing life by the rules all the time sucks, and sometimes you need to flip the board over and start over again. Or knock all the Lincoln logs down and start re-building the cabin. Or blow up a building... No, really, I'm not that bitter.
Note to Self
Do not put your keys in your mouth even in the 20-step walk between the house and garage when it is 14 below outside. They will freeze to your lips.
And do not try to pour hot coffee over them in order to loosen your skin's grasp on the keys. You will make a mess.
And no matter what you do, you will lose some of the skin off of your lips in order to get your keys back.
I hate Mondays.
And do not try to pour hot coffee over them in order to loosen your skin's grasp on the keys. You will make a mess.
And no matter what you do, you will lose some of the skin off of your lips in order to get your keys back.
I hate Mondays.